Coolman's Cloaked Intentions
*Confession Report #19542 Coolman Stan*
Hello, My name is Coolman Stan, agent number *redacted*. I'm Reluctant to tell you how this particular event transpired, so I'm taking it in full faith that the writing here will be kept completely confidential.
Lets start with the events proceeding this one, just so you can have some context for what happened.
I was on a mission to capture Cloaked Dagger for reasons pertaining to *redacted*. I was picked for this job because one I was the top agent at the time, and two I had very little involvement with her up to this point. This was a simple capture mission, in and out. The target knew of me but I knew a lot more about her. I knew if I just let her talk I could obtain the upper hoof. This work out flawlessly and I was able to sedate the target no problems.
This leads us to the confession at hoof. You see even before *redacted* I had always admired her beauty and I have to admit I was ecstatic to be the one in charge of her interrogation. I felt it was possible to put my feelings aside. Looking back I should have passed off this mission before it even started.
The Interrogation started of fine but rather quickly I found the conversations would veer of course. She would always start off with a complement. They were just about how much she liked my mane or how lovely a shade of blue my coat was. It made it hard to hide my attraction to her. In no time I found my self reply back with complements. The interrogations ended up less and less productive with more small talk then confessions.
I couldn't help my feelings for her getting stronger. I loved the why she would start to get shy when we where talking Slowly pushing her hoof agents her leg while looking at the ground. To this day I can't figure out if she was sincere or just a great actress.
At this point I was way to excited for our daily meetings I could feel my heart pounding when the clock hit 10:00 and it was time for me to make my way to her cell. I could feel a real connection going on between the two of us. I was really glad I was the only one who was aloud to be in the room.
At some point I convince HQ to allow multiple “interrogations” per day, easily done to to the lack of information coming out from her. I started sneaking in tea and snacks to our little meeting too. Side note we should really fix those door scanners, they do little to nothing in there current state.
Anyways, this brings us to last night. It was our late 8:00 “interrogation” and we where drinking our typical Earl Gray. The complements I have come to enjoy where being laid on pretty heavy this evening when all of a sudden this got quite. We where starring deep into each others eyes. When she closed hers I did the same and our lips meet for only a second or two. Then I backed off. We both gave each other an awkward glance and I ended the meeting.
So why am I here today? I would like to request for a change of post. I let this go on for to long. I would like to request that this story doesn't get shared with HQ and because I didn't give up any agency secrets, I can have a clean transfer to another task.
The Manehattan Project Part 1
Mission Report #279456 Blue Wing
This was my first mission back after my intergalactic trip so my head from the beginning was kind of a mess. That being said this should have been an easy contact mission. I just had to find the subject, get the intel and then get out. My target was a musical pony such as myself which is why I was picked for the job. Double Reed had made a name in the public eye as a oboe player. He was also an ex-agent from Internal Affairs before the big merger of the three agencies that would come together to make AGIG. He wasn't a fan of old Three Ring so he split before it happened.
He was in Manehattan, which I'm very familiar with, so it didn't take me much time to find him. The Hoof That Feeds You was a popular spot for many musicians, but not typically ones as high class as Double Reed. I sat in the seat next to him. I ordered a cider and gave the bartender my bits. I glanced over at Reed who had a look of recognition on his face.
He whispered to me "Hey Coolman, no time to talk now. I'm going to leave now. Finish your cider and meet me out back. Trot don't fly." In a normal voice to conceal any suspicion I said "Well that's only two blocks away, just west of here, can't miss it." He smiled and trotted away.
I took my time then trotted out back. Reed was talking to a purple mare, I would later find out is named Marquise Amethyst. As I approached they both stopped talking to look at me. I raised an eyebrow at them. Reed started, “So I know I was supposed to get that info about the Black Market potions for you, but things kind of went bad. I-iii was found out. I barely made it out with my life let alone any info! And my contact here,” pointing at Amethyst, “Had to drop all ties.”
I respond, “Well AGIG can take care of any protection you ponies may need, but I can’t go back empty hoofed can you tell me where they meet. I’ll have to go in with force!” They both gave a nervous look, but wrote an address for me to go to.
I made the call for the protection order and started to guide them to the safe house. Without warning, a pony with a snake cutie mark jumped out in front of us. He snarled “Think you can get away that easily, do ya?” and tried to grab Reed. Reed jumped back just in the nick of time. “Just what this day needed!” I yelled. I jumped into the air and rammed into Snake at high speed. He fell to the ground just to get back up again. “Is that all you got?” Snake shouted. He then bucked me into the air. I was able to take flight before hitting the ground. I countered with a flying buck to his face which seemed to put him out. We then all escaped to the safe house.
I’m going to have to stop there for now Three Ring wants to talk to me so we will finish this tomorrow.
*Scribe End*
